Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.